It's all one flower.

The old man on the radio, stopped by the Nemus Liberation Army guys, did not stop at a village more east than there.

The PLA pickup truck follows the rearmost of the convoy. On the main road, I'm going to keep an eye on you not to stop at will.

... I can't believe you're a professional pharmacist (dull), even though no one is rosy.

I don't know how long there was survival in the village earlier, but that woman was in trouble by herself and exhausted. If you leave it alone, you might get your heart eaten by demons.

PLA soldiers said that during the year it would be like sending help, but December is just the beginning.

If the west of the city of Myata is such a possibility, how terrible is the eastern side where the plague appeared first?

... Carlum, even if no one was dead, it was that hard.

Morph tried to roll his sleeve.

My skin, covered in rashes and patterned with spots until just about two weeks ago, is as pretty as a lie that I got sick. I admire the effect of magic medicine, and thank you again for your medicine.

Still, a wheat bag containing twenty litres was somewhat heavy yesterday. I was tired right away from the task of just putting it in an [endless bag] even though it was easy to hold before, and Captain Solgnac ordered me to rest.

I was reminded that even if the illness healed, recovery of strength and muscle strength would still take time.

... Hatake job, I could help a little, and I thought it was better.

In that village, most adults fell asleep and the harvest was significantly delayed.

Finish the harvest before the southern mountains stain with snow and dig up the fields to prepare for the spring harvest. Every year, because of the illness, what was commonly done stayed (and where).

Some of the crops were devoured by wild birds and wildlife, and for farmers, the creatures of the world were also found to be a small threat.

From what I found out, it itches my teeth that Morph couldn't do anything but help the Karrams with a little field work.

... I really have to fight.

Nor could the battle, with a normal rifle, have a four-eyed wolf.

It was a magical weapon that stabbed Todome at the Warcraft. Juvenile soldier Morph nearly misfired the villagers at risk because of his impatience.

The companions, who did not get sick, sometimes went to buy out to foreign countries and procured not only for the mobile broadcaster Praether Massa, but also for the village's request.

Magic bags that go in tens of times their appearance were bought by funeral parlors and Pina's brothers at Amitostigma. The price has suddenly risen since the start of the Devil's Asthma Gun War, but seems to have settled down recently.

Morph couldn't even help me buy it out.

The loneliness of parting and helplessness cools the mind more than the wind outside.

When the village stone walls run out, the fields. Next up is pasture. And the woods.

Forests also extend from the hemline of the Ugari Mountains to the south of the fields and ranches.

The village burns differently and the fields rough, but several similar views passed.

It's still better where we saw people and sheep in the fields and ranches.

I can't get off the truck and check, but maybe that's better.

... I'm sick, so it's decided that the neighbor's village is going to burn to death.

I don't know the strength of the Nemus Liberation Army people who follow me by calling me an escort, but even villagers with no experience of fighting were strong enough to beat a group of warcraft if they joined forces in large numbers.

... You didn't get Artel's bomber, but you bake it with Temei and the others. Are you nuts?

As far as the villages of the Karrams are concerned, it is an area of unparalleled richness compared to Barack Street in the Autonomous Region of Listver.

Living in a house much prettier and more splendid than a hut with scratched waste materials, all the adults have some work to do, the kids go to school every day, no one has trouble eating, and as long as they are in stone walls where magic is planted, they are protected from warcrafts and demons.

We broke such a good life with our own hands.

Medvege, who leads the car train, deliberately runs the truck slowly to show the radio grannies what's going on in the area.

The countryside of northeastern Nemoraris Island continues to show an unchanged landscape. The elongated plains, sandwiched between forests and lakes, repeat forests, ranches, fields, villages, fields, ranches and forests.

Living is a hassle of similarity and stopping by.

Why have there been so many differences between the three nearby villages, including the place of Karam, and the village to the east thereof?

Morph gazed at the view he could see over the driver's side in an attempt to discern the difference.

"Whoa, we're not burning in here."

Medvege waves his arm out the window and slows down.

As far as I could see, there was no house hit by a fire.

At the well end and in the square, there are no figures inside the stone walls.

... you said you went out into the field with a total survival?

When the four-ton truck and wagon car stopped, the pickup truck also stopped.

"What's wrong?

Voices fly from the pickup truck carrier.

The old man on the radio replied from the passenger seat of the wagon car.

"This village seems to be safe, so I was wondering if I could talk to you for a moment..."

"The patient's house was not burned, but a large number of people died from illness and demons surged from the bodies"

"Eh..."

"After the traffic ban was lifted, we got rid of it, so we don't have a single one right now."

... What do you call it?

Nemus Liberation Army soldiers continued their explanations as if they had seen through Morph's doubts.

"Survivors turned themselves over to another village to the east or to a house in the city. This village is currently deserted."

"If you're not invited from inside, you can't go in, can you?

"The villagers who came home temporarily asked me for help."

The voice of the green-haired soldier answering the old man on the radio is dark.

"We moved after extermination because too few survivors will soon be unable to maintain [the junction]"

"So this is going to be an abandoned village"

The voice that often passes, it's also easy to see that I was disappointed.

"Maybe I'll be back from the city with my relatives...... all my livestock has been eaten...... it seems like you still can't officially decide what to do"

"Another village next to the east, are you okay?

The old man on the radio listens terribly.

"Yes, for once... but I've burned some, and I don't recommend staying long"

A signal of DJ rafe was shown on the side mirror, and Medvege hung a four-ton truck engine.